So I’ve never been super good at math

I like the numbers but tend to slumber in class as my mind roams to places I just can’t seem to pass but turns out I’m really good at ratios

See as a girl at Rutgers I’ve been told I’m lucky

As a girl you can get into any party partly because of the parts of my body that men pretend to view impartially but in reality are using to objectify me because I’ve been reduced to a fucking number

1 to 1 would seem to be fair and fun. Each guy “gives” himself a girl but as if assigning us like we’re cattle weren’t enough you’re so worried you won’t get your cock sucked that you figure you’ll even the odds

2 to 1 now that’s safer. Every guy has double the chance to make a move during a dance and if one girl isn’t drunk or she’s a flirt but won’t let you get under her skirt then you have a second bitch so that you can make a quick switch, give her a pitch about how “you think the two of you have a real connection”

But god forbid your charm and your arm around my hip doesn’t make me wanna fuck you and the other girl also doesn’t want to, then imagine what it would be like to refrain and abstain from sex sustaining an injury to your superiority complex that you’ve built and now your pride is wounded and you’re wondering… what’s next

3 to 1 well damn that’s a plan. The first girl didn’t wanna bone, the second went home but the third… it would be absurd if this bitch put a hitch in your plans and made you slam the breaks because she wants to wait because she’s not an object for you to use so you can drive her to self-hate while calling her a slut but begging her to do it in the butt because why did she even come if she wasn’t willing to fuck

So 4 to 1 is the new ratio because with every guy you decide you need four hoes. The competition continues to heighten as the testosterone in the air grows! Suffocating the sanctuary that is my body you say “we’re just men” as if that excuse explains the abuse that we as women face

We have to be thin and we have to be cute with a nice ass and big tits too, don’t let them too close because if you’re easy they won’t chase, and if you’re willing to fuck then they’ll spit in your face words like slut and whore while they beg you for more

But if you have the audacity to open your mouth and speak words instead of sucking dick then he convinces you you’re a fucking tease, no better than the chick who was silent and let him do it quick with tears in her eyes because he told her she was sick for trying to say “no”

Now I’m going to a party with friends by my side who are guys who make me feel safe, just to be told that they have no place for the guys but “the girls can come in if they’d like” and now they’re trying to herd me into their basement without even a statement or agreement because to them I’m not a human being, I’m a fucking number in their ratio, “there’s beer in the basement though” just listen to the bass track blow and leave your safe zone with your trusted friends as if I’m going to fucking go because they want me to be alone so they can enter the zone and try to bone

People think I’m joking when I tell them that I carry mace in my pocket when I go to a party. But will you still think it’s a joke when you get separated from your friends, tricked into a path with seemingly no ends, guys using you like a resource like you’re there for the taking, just for making the time pass so they make a pass at you and when nobody seems to know the meaning of “no” will you still think it’s a joke?

We are so lucky to be girls

All the luck in the fucking world, we get into parties but is it us who gets in? Or is it just our skin because that’s all they need is the body you see, because the girl, the thoughts, the words that come out of your mouth, don’t help the boys out with their region down south! Your personality doesn’t compute in this equation, boys using their persuasion and manipulation to make us think we are lucky just to be an exception to their rules when really we are just tools

So this ratio… it fucking blows. I know my worth, it’s not 1 to 5 or 1 to 4 I’m worth way fucking more, I’m not an object for you to use, and no you can’t stare at my boobs. My eyes are up here and let me make myself clear. Take X and divide it by 1, this equation is simple and easy to see my worth is fucking infinity.

 

By: Rebecca Koblin